151 amulets for the species of Kanto, and their Chosen to go with them... follow the path of five trainers as they discover what it really means to be a guardian of pokemon... Pokemon SpecialAdventureverse, three primary colors and two dragons...

He smiled,
only faintly, as the energy hummed. So pretty, so very, very, pretty…

Lugia
nudged him, earning a smile.

"Kirei…"

The flecks
of red danced in his eyes, forever.

Chosen?

Yes,
Lugia-san?

I love
you. You're perfect. My Chosen…

Lance
smiled, new wings of dragon steel spread out behind him in a bright arc. I
know. There was no malice, no boast in that voice.

It was
just… truth.

Warped
truth, maybe, but the bells rang clear. If they were broken bits of metal,
Lugia could not tell. Frankly, he did not care.

He had a
psychic and a dragon, already trained by a legendary, as his own.

Besides,
Lugia was one of a kind. He would take good care of his new Chosen. He knew the
time had come, ever since his Chosen had picked his amulet, not
Mew's, in the shop so long ago. If only.

If only it
had been Johto's cycle already. That way, mew would not have had corrupted his
Chosen!
Still, no use dwelling over
lost chances. They would move forward.

It was a
pity, his hair was still that ugly shade of pink, Lugia thought, but… I can
change it later, if I have to destroy Mew's spell.

Lugia
smiled.

My perfect
Chosen…

I'll take
very good care of you; don't worry…
No one will ever hurt you
again.

Lance
closed his eyes, and he looked like the perfect little doll, innocent… almost,
but not quite.

Maybe he
had learned something from the mew. They were so kawaii, but underneath…
killing…

They had
broken him.

No sleep,
so much responsibility, and then the forcing of power… power replaced
everything else, wiped out everything else…

Power was
life.

And his
Chosen was so proud, so powerful, and so ready to attack. The mews had taken
advantage of that, and shattered him, for their pleasure.

He would
only be theirs.

Oh yes,
they broke him well, he lived on power and the magic hummed and it was the only
thing keeping him alive, because no human could survive. Maybe he wasn't human
anymore, he was Chosen, but they had broken him to live on magic.

Magic and
power and energy and blood…

Rest and
food and pleasure all erased in a haze of pink glory. But then the pink bled to
crimson, gold, sunsets…

Let the rain fall now.

Well, he
would let his Chosen stay whatever he wanted.

After all,
he wasn't going to be a puppet master.

No… that
was stupid.

You didn't
get respect that way, only anger, and if the anger tipped the right way, you'd
get madness.

That
was never good.

Unfortunately,
the damage seemed to be irreversible in the current time. Maybe in the future
there would be a way to fix it, but that would have to wait until the next
Call.

Five years…

That was
plenty of time for his Chosen to recover from Mew's abuse.

Plenty.

End Story

Completed 4/13/04, started 4/10/04

Ahh… got only 4 hours of sleep!

If you really want to know what the mews were doing to
Lance, and if the hints weren't enough, it was a combination of sleep
deprivation (3 months without any sleep…) and pressure, and starvation. So,
Lance adapted to live off magic and to only love it. That, and death… ne?

IMPORTANT QUESTION

Now, the next couple chapters are championshipping. I was
going to not put them up here. Should I?

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